[He sighs, not quite wistfully but--in a drifting sort of way. Like he's being lulled into comfort by the breaths they're sharing. Which is true. He places another lazy, imprecise kiss against the corner of Fugo's mouth and just. Stays there, speaking softly, really barely audibly.]
Mio corpo. Mio cuore. La mia anima. I told you . . .
[It's a lot of almost kisses. But Giorno isn't really concerned by the math. Instead, one arm tightens around Fugo's waist while he reaches up so he can curiously brush his fingers against the mark Fugo's made. He kind of wants to see it, but he'd have to disentangle himself from Fugo, which sounds like pretty much the worst idea ever.]
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[He sighs, not quite wistfully but--in a drifting sort of way. Like he's being lulled into comfort by the breaths they're sharing. Which is true. He places another lazy, imprecise kiss against the corner of Fugo's mouth and just. Stays there, speaking softly, really barely audibly.]
Mio corpo. Mio cuore. La mia anima. I told you . . .
[It's a lot of almost kisses. But Giorno isn't really concerned by the math. Instead, one arm tightens around Fugo's waist while he reaches up so he can curiously brush his fingers against the mark Fugo's made. He kind of wants to see it, but he'd have to disentangle himself from Fugo, which sounds like pretty much the worst idea ever.]
Mm. Think it'll stay a while? I hope so.